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| - There I was, a BAMF on my motorcycle, hot wind blowin the bottom of my hair, the top covered by my dinged skid lid.
There was a time I was single, had a pocket full of tips and a couple of days every week to take off out of town and leave everything behind. The road was open to me and I was in control of the majority of my life.
I stopped by out of curiosity at first, secondly I wanted to pee because I had no idea on my first time how long a ride out to the dam would take.
Quaint, no big deal. I decided to stop off for lunch, too because I couldn't think of any restaurants at the dam. I figured I would have dinner in Az, since I would continue further down the highway after the dam. It was a great lunch at the Rail, but isn't any lunch on your weekend without a care or obligation in the world? (My cat was fed at home).
The dam is another review, as are my adventures in Boulder, the town I passed the first time I wanted to "see" what was in Az. That was a wash except for a roadside bar and diner before my gas ran out with another series of stories.
On the way home from those rides, I decided to stop off at Railroad pass weather I was hungry or not. And on a motorcycle, I could never have a few drinks after some first Friday scares and an accident I hinted about in my Carl's Jr. review.
I just read it's the 80th anniversary. I hope I have my Player's Junction slot club card. It's in a business card book I made with my "obsolete" slot cards (before management changes/ closures). I also have a lot of old employee i.d.s and other vital membership/ limited access cards.
The last time we stopped by, I was with my new g/f. We went on our first vacation together in Laughlin. On that trip was the first time we said "I love you" to each other, over the best pizza I ever had and a brown jug of microbrew.
We walked around. I loved going out with Lou, we walked all over the place until we "got our fill," we really knew how to explore a place. Vegas is a place where sometimes you travel with a group, others always want to drag you somewhere else before you're ready.
On our Laughlin trip, it took me a long time to loosen up, but when I did I was a person I hadn't been in years. I shed my work issues and defenses, frustration and anger. I loosened up with a few drinks, some long river walks talking about Old Vegas. I'm really glad I got to share that best part of me with her.
Railroad Pass was empty, but there were a couple of felt dealers standing around and I got to talk to a couple of them for a bit, about work and being out there.
It's mostly a truck stop now. It's still a million times better than a Denny's. And it achieved quite a status of being under corporate McCasino chain radar and their hostile generic "+ 1 star" redecorating market research BS.
The Pass is legendary for being the first casino out of boulder lines that the dam workers could partake on their way to the far end of Fremont St. It's the earliest Gambling (uh, "gaming" hahaha) license continuously active, #4.
I hope that wasn't my last visit there.
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